“Good evening, madam. I’m calling from Wenceslas Energy. Can we interest you in one of our new winter fuel packages?”

“No.”

“You’re using solid fuel – kindling. Is that correct?”

“Yes, but – ”

“We can offer a better deal than your existing supplier.”

“But my kindling is free!” Alice yelled.

“Sign up today, we’ll throw in a free meal, with complimentary wine.”

“Just one meal?”

The caller sighed. “We ARE a commercial organisation, madam.” There was silence, then he said, “So can I interest you, madam?”

Silence.

“Madam?”

But the phone had gone dead....

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Flash Fiction

﻿﻿Flash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words.﻿﻿